I fearfully peeked through my drawn curtains.

It was late in the night as I came back truly exhausted from work. My generous coworker, Yongguk, had offered to drop me off, and in my current situation, of course I agreed. I felt a small sense of security when I saw the police unit parked nearby - my police protection. All seemed quiet and in order until I saw an out-of-place 2015 black Jaguar F-type with tinted windows driving very creepily, very slowly in front of my house. I had no doubt in my mind that it was him.

I quickly withdrew my hand and made sure that the door was locked, both top and bottom locks secure, before I raced to the top of my stairs and into my bedroom. After locking my bedroom door, I couldn't help but to take a another look out my window where curtains were also drawn. To my dismay, the black vehicle was still there, this time it was parked. My heartbeat picked up rapidly, sweat began to form, and tears welled up. I was scared. I wasn't scared about the car being parked and looking so innocent across the street; I was scared because the driver wasn't where he was supposed to be. He was supposed to be behind the wheel.

Thud, thud, thud.

I backed away from the window and abruptly turned around, facing my bedroom door where a sliver of light from the hallway shone from underneath. Then I realized that I didn't have the hall light on. I backed away slowly, quietly until my back collided with the drawer and I slid down to the floor, bringing my knees so close to my chest where I could feel the rapid beating of my heart pounding so hard that I could also hear it in my ears that were listening for all and any further sounds.

Thud, thud, thud.

I saw the silhouette of feet, boots, walking toward my bedroom door and I clutched my legs tighter. How did he get into my house unseen by the police? The doorknob twisted, the lock preventing entry, and it was shaken loudly. I started to cry. "Help! Someone please help!" I helplessly screamed at the top of my lungs, but no one could've heard me, it was in fact the wee hours of the night. I was hoping so hard that the policemen would hear, but neither of the two showed up. I was paralyzed the whole time he was walking around downstairs and couldn't bring myself to move to my iPhone that sat on the bed, until now, because any second now he could break the door off its hinges. I moved as fast as I could and snatched up my iPhone, frantically dialing 911 and putting the phone to my ear.

911 what's your emergency?

Before I could even speak, the hall light was turned off, the front door - or actually the back door - was slammed shut, loudly. I walked over, with shaky legs and the phone still to my ear with the lady still on the line, to the window and pulled the curtain open a bit with my index finger. I was just in time to see him race off in his Jaguar F-type as fast as he had intruded my home. I hung up the phone, set it down onto the bedside table, the lamp - because right now, I didn't feel like being alone in the dark - lied down, and cried.

When will this all be over?

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